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[News] Dark Tower to Invoke Drow Goddess

Discussion in 'UO Baja' started by Guest, Mar 19, 2008.

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    <body> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="50" width="590" border="1"> <tbody> <tr> <td width="527"> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><font size="2" face="Arial">[​IMG]<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">
    </span></font><font size="2" face="Arial"><a target="_blank" href=http://darktower.proboards6.com/index.cgi?board=ic>Dark Tower Forum</a>
    <a target="_blank" href=http://uo.stratics.com/shard/Baja/Baja_DarkTower.shtml>Dark Tower Establishment Page</a></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">The Dark Tower, lead by Master Alton, will seek to summon the Goddess Lloth to gain her favor, on the next Dark Moon.

    All are invited:
    Saturday, March 22, 2008, 8 pm PDT - Dark Tower in Trammel
    (Outside Trinsic Gates at 106 36</font>'<font size="2" face="Arial">S x 32 12'E)
    </font><font size="2" face="Arial">[​IMG]</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">The young dark haired ranger from Skara Brae watched the entrance to the temple with a worried expression, his hands rested on his tautly drawn Yew bow as he listened and waited. For several days, he had been following the trail of a missing rancher's daughter named Beth who was taken from her family's home two days ago. He was told by the girl's family that a small band of cloaked figures had raided the family home and dragged Beth screaming into the night. Soon the ranger's patience was rewarded and a lone shrouded man emerged from the cave-like depths of the temple, clenching a bloodied sword in one hand. The swordsman's eyes searched instinctively to where the ranger was hiding, then the swordsman intoned a few arcane words and was gone in a flash of ether. Without warning, the ranger felt a burst of intense pain and then he faded into unconsciousness.</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">When the ranger woke up he felt groggy, stiff and cold. The broken stone slab that supported the ranger's body was wet with rain. By the dim light of a flickering brazier, the ranger could see an enormous tattered spider web swaying overhead. The ranger tried to get up, but he was bound by barbed cords that cut deeply into his flesh, with the slightest movement. He cried out in pain and was then that the young ranger saw his captors.</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">Three drow elves began selecting implements; finely edged runic-blades, forceps and vials, from crates near the temple steps. They did not speak as they began their work. They surrounded the bound ranger, a cold hand reached down to hold the rangers outer thigh with one hand as the other hand brought down a small black blade. The ranger cried out only to have a thick, foul smelling rag shoved into his mouth.</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">Then another took his place and began a small incision on the outer thigh. The third drow followed, expertly skinning him with cutting sheers. The ranger could only listen in horror as his flesh and skin were removed with steady rhythmic snips. Waves of agony surged through the ranger's body until darkness at last came to him, absolving him of his pain.</font></p> <hr> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">The ranger woke much later and he wished he was still unconscious, pain seared through him with unrelenting fury. The ranger was wheeled before the Priestess of Lloth, bound to on an odd chair.</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">He was bound tightly and could not move his face or neck. His body felt hollow, he knew that there was no flesh on his face or body because he could feel his raw, exposed flesh hanging without any skin to support it.</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">The Drow Priestess sat on a small silver throne near a burning pyre of skulls. The ranger could also see a pit filled with thousands of tiny spiders that teemed in hungry anticipation. "Why are you here on the Temple Grounds, Rivven filth?&quot;, the priestess asked the ranger.

    The ranger tried to speak but his words came slowly and were strained "Skara ... Brae ... disappearance.&quot;</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">The Priestess only nodded, and made a gesture to her attending acolyte. The acolyte, opened a small jar and removed a thick strip of meaty skin, dangling it mockingly before the ranger. The ranger knew that it was all that was left of his bicep because he could see the tattooed outline of a stag's head. He tried to turn away in revulsion but could not. Then the acolyte dropped the meat into the pit. The tiny spiders swarmed safely out of the way as the meat landed with a thud, then they eagerly devoured it, snapping and striking at each other with their fangs. Although the ranger did not understand why, he felt each bite as the spiders consumed his flesh, he struggled against his bonds, again feeling the barbs bite deeply into what was left of his ruined body.</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">"This interloper is of no interest to us.", the Priestess said imperiously. "Give him to the pit." The acolytes cut the ranger free and pushed the chair forward, causing the ranger to fall effortlessly. "Lloth tlu laoles" the Drow said as one ... as the ranger died.</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font size="2" face="Arial">The Priestess turned then to the shrouded swordsman. "Alton there is more that must be done if Lloth's favor is to be gained. Lloth grows tired of these petty gifts and requires from you a greater sacrifice if you and the Dark Tower are to have her blessing. Return by the dark of the moon with riches and captives worthy of Lloth's blade." </font></p> </td> </tr> </table></body>
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    Just a reminder, the Invocation of Lolth is coming up in an hour and a half. I look forward to seeing everyone there.